“You are right, and what I please is to wed in June.”
Ramsey blinked. “What? You are jesting.”
“I have never been more serious in my life. June first, I will marry Lady Chastity.”
Ramsey frowned. “Never heard of her. I don’t believe you. The marriage of one of Scotland’s wealthiest shipping barons—and most eligible bachelors in Inverness—would make every paper.”
Stirling laughed. “You give me far too much credit. I am a simple businessman.”
“I have known you longer than anyone. Not to mention, I accompanied you on your trip to Spain last month. That deal you made for those three ships wasn’t made by a simple businessman—and you had no plans for marriage.” Quinn popped an oatcake into his mouth.
Stirling grimaced. “Don’t remind me of that trip. I nearly took the bullet meant for you.”
“Not true,” he replied, feeling oddly wounded. “Betsy’s aim isn’t that good. She never came close with that muff pistol. It was the knife that had me worried.” He shuddered. “She must have learned how to use the damned thing from her husband.”
“That will teach you to dally with married women.” Stirling reached for another scone.
“That’s what I get for dallying with the wife of a butcher. Though I didn’t know that until it was too late, so don’t lecture me. She was an actress—the good friend of the actress you dallied with. So you can’t pretend we’re any different.”
“Perhaps,” Stirling said. “But my actress didn’t try to shoot—or fillet—me.”
“You have eleven years on me, man. By the time I’m your age, I’ll be as skilled with the ladies as you.”
It was Stirling’s turn to shudder. “Perish the thought. By the time you’re my age, you will be an old married man with four children.”
Ramsey widened his eyes in horror. “If you are trying to talk me into marriage, you’re going about it the wrong way.” Stirling’s expression sobered and Ramsey silently cursed. He knew that look, and it never boded well for him.
“How old did you say you were, now?” Stirling asked.
Quinn eyed him. “Twenty-one, as ye well know.”
“Four years remain before you come into your full inheritance.”
“Don’t bother with blackmail,” Quinn retorted. “You can keep the bloody inheritance. I would rather join the navy until I come of age than shackle myself to a wife who will make my life hell and then send me to an early grave.”
“Not all women are like Dahlia, your father’s second wife. Some are like your mother.” He paused and chuckled. “Iona suited your father in every way—his will of iron included—and he loved her with every breath he took. When she died, a part of him died along with her.”
“I know Iona was the only mother you ever knew,” Quinn said. “But Dahlia is the only mother I knew. Now you’re asking me to do the very same thing my father did: marry to ensure the title. That’s how he ended up with that bitch.”
Stirling regarded him. “When did you last hear from her?”
Quinn refilled their glasses, then threw himself back against the chair cushion. “Two days ago. She made sure I knew that she’d read in the paper about the ships you purchased in Spain.” He grunted a laugh. “Then she had the audacity to ask for more money.”
“I’m sorry, Quinn.”
Quinn shook his head. “Oh, you know I don’t blame you. She only favors you to hurt me.”
“You sent her the money, I assume?”
Quinn stared into the fire. “Father would have wanted it.”
“Aye, he would. Just as he would want you to keep your promise.”
“Stirling—”
“We know Dahlia has a nasty disposition,” Stirling cut in. “And, aye, she is the only mother ye knew. But she’s not the only woman you’ve known. Your father’s sister is one of the kindest women to walk this earth. So, forego the threat to join the navy. We both know how badly you would fare. For one, you suffer from seasickness. Second, you would spend all your time in the brig, for refusal to take orders. Your father begged you to marry within the year. That date is two weeks away.”
Ramsey’s chest constricted with the memory of his father lying in bed, his body a shell of its former strength. “I didn’t agree to that,” he said, then added when Stirling started to reply, “It matters not, I will no’ marry simply to appease a man who no longer lives. He can’t know the difference.”
“You can,” Stirling said in a soft voice.
“I won’t marry to satisfy my father—or you,” he said with heat. “I weary of this subject, Stirling. Too many men marry women like Dahlia. I have no desire to be one of them.”
“You like women well enough,” Stirling said.
“Aye, they can be pleasant.” He grimaced. “Until they open their mouths.”
Stirling ducked his head and Quinn felt certain he hid a laugh.
Stirling rose and stretched. “I must return home. There is a ball two days hence. I shall send you the particulars. You will meet the young lady who is to be your wife.”
Quinn shot to his feet. “I will not marry.”
“You did say that if I marry, you will marry. As I said, I am to wed June first.”
“Nae,” Quinn began, but Stirling shook his head.
“In this, you will do as I command, for I can do far worse to you than any navy commander.”
***
A rap sounded on Chastity’s bedchamber door. She looked up from the accounts she and Olivia were studying as their father entered.
“Where are your sisters?” he asked without preamble.
As if they’d been summoned, Lucy and Jessica entered the sun-bathed room behind him.
“Good morning, Papa.” Lucy kissed his cheek, then started toward the divan set before the bay window, where Chastity and Lucy sat.
Jessica passed her father and he said, “Do I not deserve a kiss from my daughter?”
Jessica sighed and turned back. “Of course.” She rose on tiptoes as he leaned down slightly so that she could kiss his cheek.
He frowned. “You have grass stains on your dress again.”
She nodded, then crossed to the chair nearest Chastity and flopped down onto the seat. “I was in the garden. The roses are budding. The tiny buds are so beautiful.”
He started to remind her that he employed a large staff of gardeners to tend Gledstone’s landscaping, but caught the warning look on Chastity’s face. For all her independent ways, she coddled the girls too much. Still, he had to choose his battles with his eldest daughter. He recalled the teacup she’d hurled at him and couldn’t help a small smile. She had her mother’s auburn hair and the temper to match. The too-familiar pang of loneliness that he’d lived with since the death of Emilia stabbed. He shoved aside the memories and crossed the room. He stopped before reaching the table in front of the divan.
He clasped his hands behind his back. "We will be entertaining a special guest tonight."
"Shall I inform Cook?" Chastity asked. “I peeked into the kitchens earlier and saw two deliveries arrive. One of venison and mutton, the other was the fish man with a basket of salmon, two of herring, and a few sacks of mussels and crabs.” She glanced at Olivia. “We were just noting everything in our household ledger. Cook said she planned to bake tarts and bramble scones today, as well.”
"Aye.” He smiled. “Tell Cook we shall want a lavish dinner. And—” he flicked his gaze between the four of them “—you are all to be present in your best gowns."
Chastity frowned. "Our best gowns for one guest?"
"He is the most important guest we have ever entertained."
Olivia’s eyes rounded. "Surely, not the Archbishop?"
"More important."
“The ghost of Robert the Bruce.” Jessica’s lips quirked as she picked a blade of grass from her skirt. "But as he is probably haunting Bannockburn, who is this very important person?"
The duke’s gaze rested on Chastity. "Your sis
ter’s future husband."
"What? Nae—not Lord Hathaway? But you promised. We made a bargain." A bargain he couldn’t possibly keep.
He nodded. “Aye, we did. And you will live up to your part of it, beginning tonight.” He paused. “Sir Stirling James has accepted your challenge.”
Olivia’s brow furrowed. “You mean the challenge to…” Her words trailed off.
“What challenge?” Jessica straightened. “You don’t mean a man has actually agreed to marry us off so that he can marry Chastity?” She looked at her eldest sister, who stared at their father. “You said no one would be fool enough to accept the challenge.”
“Oh, Papa, you didn’t…” Lucy sank back against her chair.
“I did. Sir Stirling will secure husbands for you three by the end of May. Then he will marry Chastity.”
“How is it possible he can find matches for us so soon?” Olivia asked. “We have no gentlemen callers.”
“I do not want to attend balls,” Jessica snapped. “And I don’t want a husband. Just because Chastity agreed to this plan, doesn’t mean we have to go along with it.”
“That is where you are wrong, my dear.” The duke locked gazes with his eldest daughter. “Your sister got you into this mess. Now she will get you out. Sir Stirling assures me he can fulfill your terms.”
Chastity stared. Only ten days had passed since she’d made her outlandish proposal. How had he gotten someone to agree to such a ridiculous scheme—and in so short a time? Fear knotted her belly. Who was the man who had agreed to marry her three sisters to reputable men—the man who wanted her father’s title badly enough to marry her? It wasn’t possible to find three good men for her sisters in a month. The scoundrel could only be planning to marry them to any man who would have them.
She lifted her chin. “They must be above reproach. I must approve them.”
The duke shook his head. “Oh no, my girl. You will not renege on your promise by finding fault with every one of your sister’s prospective husbands—or yours, for that matter.”
“I would never ruin my sisters’ chances at finding suitable husbands,” she shot back. “But neither will I stand by while a fortune hunter foists other fortune hunters onto them in order to obtain your title and lands. And I will not—”
“You will abide by the terms of our agreement,” he cut in, “or I will marry you by handfasting to Lord Hathaway today. I will not make the same mistake I made in the past, Chastity. This time, you will abide by my commands.” He scowled. “And you will leave the choosing of my daughters’ husbands to me—their father. Do you think me incapable of protecting them?”
“Papa,” Lucy said in a gentle voice, “I do not think Chastity meant that. She is simply concerned for us.” Lucy offered a smile that suddenly reminded him of their mother. In so many ways, each of their four daughters had inherited something good from her. “Chastity has been our mother for so long, she doesn’t know how to not worry,” Lucy added.
“It is not her job to worry,” he said. “Thus far, I have managed to keep all of you safe from fortune hunters, and that includes you, Chastity.” His gaze shifted to Lucy. “Lucy, you are the first to marry. Sir Stirling has a match for you.”
Chastity gasped.
Jessica leapt to her feet.
Olivia said, “Oh my.”
Lucy sat motionless.
He said no more, and quit the room.
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